☆Trying to drag a person down proofs that you are already below them.

8 letters
Why don't we

It was all just silent along the way back to the cabin. You have questions but he has no answers for you, instead, he has many questions for himself.

♫ Play the music here ♬

   The house was quiet, other than the sound of the sea there was just silent.

You know me the best.
You know my worst, see me hurt, but you don't judge.
That, right there, is the scariest feeling.

   The both of you avoided each other inside under the same roof.

Opening and closing up again
I've been hurt so I don't trust.
Now here we are, staring at the ceiling.

   On the same bed the two of you don't talk and just stood there, listening to the silent, looking at the darkness.

I've said those words before but it was a lie.
And you deserve to hear them a thousand times

   Peter laid there wondering.

If all it is is eight letters,
Why is it so hard to say?
If all it is is eight letters,
Why am I in my own way?

    He looked at you and thought to himself.

Why do I pull you close,
And then ask you for space?
If all it is is eight letters,
Why is it so hard to say?

   The problem was he loved you, but every time when it comes to a dream, he always chose his own. Selfish? Yes, he won't deny it, he's a sucker for fame for he knows it will at least keep him alive if one day everyone abandons him.

   Peter got up from the bed and went to the studio, he had to write it down.

Isn't it amazing how almost every line on our hands align.
When your hand's in mine.
It's like I'm whole again, isn't that a sign?
I should speak my mind.

   But he said those words before but it felt like a lie. And you deserve to hear them a thousand time.

If all it is is eight letters,
Why is it so hard to say?
If all it is is eight letters,
Why am I in my own way?

   And he wrote it down with his guitar and recorded the song into his phone that night.

Why do I pull you close
And then ask you for space?
If all it is is eight letters
Why is it so hard to say?

   He can't abandon his dreams, not even for you, and he wishes he could fix that but at the moment he couldn't.

   And even though,

When I close my eyes,
It's you there in my mind.
When I close my eyes.

  He still couldn't find an answer.

If all it is is eight letters
When I close my eyes
It's you there in my mind
When I close my eyes
If all it is is eight letters
When I close my eyes
It's you there in my mind
When I close my eyes
If all it is is eight letters

   And because he couldn't make things clear, the trip ended, at morning Peter Parker and (Y/n) (L/n) separated again. He said this is for the best, to put them on another break, for don't know how long.

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Bucky was minding his own business, eating his plums in his home when he received a call from Natasha that (Y/n) returned and needed a ride at the airport.

It wasn't a shock when she disappeared with Peter, Steve said himself he knew she would have a breakdown and want to run away, just that no one thought they will return this fast.

When his car arrived at the airport and you got in, he noticed Peter wasn't with her and she looked lost and hurt.

He handed over the plums.

"Thanks... Buck." You muttered and ate some of it.

"What happened?" He asked. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it, though." He started the engine.

   "I was wrong about him."

   "About...?"

   "Everything, I think. I thought he just wanted to be a singer, and I thought he already fulfill his dream. Apparently, no. He got a role for a movie and now he put us on a break." You ate more plums, hoping it would stop you from crying.

   "Are you not okay with him doing that?"

   "We just got back together from him and that movie with Michelle, Buck. He knows I'm not okay with that yet he chooses that over me, I ask him to tell me he loves me and he didn't say a word."

   "You should listen to the song that's called Tell Me You Love Me."

   "To cry harder? Haha. Sure." You connected the phone with your Bluetooth and played the song by Peggy Carther.

   You and Bucky started screaming, squeezing, screeching in the car.

   "AnD ALl MY Friends TheY Know tHAT iT's True. I DOn't knoW WHo I AM WIthout YOU, I got it BaddDD, I gOT iT BADDD." You posted the video of you singing that on your Instagram story.

   More songs go on when the car arrived at the destination you check it, realizing Peter Parker watched the whole thing.

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   Steve Rogers has heard about the ruined trip and so he waited for you back at the company. As soon as the door opened up he pulled you for a hug.

   "Sweet trip, huh?" He said.

   "Just amazing..." You hugged him back tiredly, then realized Natasha and Sam was there in the room as well.

   "Parker still wants to work, is he?" She said.

    "Yes, not just that, papa Stark of his made him an actor and now he will proceed to do so." You threw yourself onto the couch, where you belong.

   "Are you still wanting a break?" Steve asked.

   "Without him? What's the point? I wanted out the company, running away from the drama, if he doesn't want the same I can't force him, and we became another drama."

   "That's always the case." She shrugged.

   "I swear I don't love the drama, it loves me." You quoted your song and Sam gave you that smile.

   "So, what do you think you'll do?" Natasha asked, she had a concerned look on her face.

   Honestly, you didn't know what to do. You were lost and confused and the only thing that kept you from crippling depression was to play dumb with your feelings. "Haha, I don't know, write a song?"

   "If you want back in, (Y/n), we have to do it properly, you'll have to look forward for your third album, concert, award show and everything." Steve said very seriously.

   "My world tour just end, give me a break. Isn't it supposed to be 2 years apart or something?"

   "You're famous, you could be doing a video of yourself eating spaghetti and people will still watch you." Bucky said with a dead face.

   "Okay... But half of the song in the album will be I'm in love and all, the other half will be I'm hurt and sad because Peter Parker doesn't fucking love me." You accidentally screamed. "Sorry. It slipped out." You put your hands on your mount.

   Bucky handed you his plums. "Eat. You're not yourself when you're hungry."

   "And the album like that is not okay?" Nat asked.

   "I just want to keep the vibes." You muttered.

   "Yeah." She rolled her eyes. "So, are you back in business? So I can get my work back."

   "Sure, I should write some diss track so I can distract myself, you know? Pun intended." You laughed sorely and walked out the balcony.

   You stood there like you were in a sad music video, the wind blew your hair, your eyes stared at your phone, scrolling down your post. The fans had already figured out something went wrong between the two of you, by just listening to you singing sad songs in your Instagram story. What a detective.

   You wonder if Peter will text you and say sorry, or finally tell you he loves you, but there was nothing.

   "You okay?" Natasha followed, she stood there next to you.

   "I'll be okay." You gave her a sad smile.

   "There's not just the dream issue is it?"

   "What do you mean?"

   "The reason he's distant away."

   You signed. "I don't think so, or, at least, I don't think he's aware of it. But the thing between him and Michelle Jones is really fishy."

   "I heard a lot of great things about her, why would she wanna steal him is that's the case?"

   "I know, she seems nice, too. She's definitely not like Liz, Jane or Pietro. To me she seems like a great person that I don't even have to, you know, be paranoid if she will steal my man, but still something is off, I feel like if she were to approach him and change his mind about me, it's not just for the sake of having him." You said.

   "That's really dramatic."

   "I am really dramatic."

   Nat patted your shoulder. "We'll see if the reason that boy left you is her, we'll just have to wait."

   "To what? Watch them finally date while I'm still here?"

   "Life can be shit."

   "Why am I still here?" You asked your life. "Just to suffer."

   "Let's distract you by making you work." Natasha chuckled sarcastically. "You know how many people want you when you when you were gone? Carpool karaoke, victoria secret's fashion show, award show, more award show."

   "Bring it on." You said like you had no soul.

   That night you waited, if he will call, if he will text , if he will come home. Even though I love you was just 8 letters, somehow it was too hard for Peter Parker to say.

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